![]() “Perhaps after dinner, I could rub your back. He injured himself a few days ago and has been visibly uncomfortable. Sam shifts in his chair, rolling his shoulder backward. Make him care, even just a little and he might think twice about hurting you next time. You figure the best way to keep yourself safe is to endear yourself to him. He is not nearly as chatty without his brother to liven things up. You’re afraid of breaking some unknown rule and triggering his anger. Neither of you is much good at filling these empty silences. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll live long enough to see it. Gilead is a place of eternal summer where the cliffs meet the ocean. You’ve never been to any of the southern territories but you know them through stories. It’s warmer and warmer the further south you travel. The fire clicks and pops, flames licking upward, casting off a warm glow. You’re desperate to keep him happy and he offers little feedback. “It’s fine,” he confirms before stabbing a boiled potato and popping it into his mouth. Sam nods while chewing, and takes a sip of wine in trademark silence. ![]() Support my Patreon and get access to exclusive stories. If any of the warnings are triggers for you, I would suggest skipping this one. Warnings: non-con, sexual assault, rape, attempted suicide, sexual slavery, branding, torture, ownership, voyeurism, anal play, smut, violence, and murder. She struggles to conceal her true identity and navigate a society where being an Omega means nothing more than serving at the pleasure of powerful men. She ends up in the bed of a ruthless Alpha, the son of John Winchester, leader of the kingdom of Gilead. Summary: After an unsuccessful escape attempt, the reader finds herself taken as a spoil of war.
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